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If Jamie Lloyd hadn’t fundamentally had enough, to be perfectly honest, she wouldn’t be doing this. Wynn was out of the office where he kept his things, and Jamie Lloyd was already breaking into his office to find the runes that he kept. Mrs. Blankenship had cursed Michael Myers, and Terence Wynn held the keys to his freedom.
And Jamie had had enough. She had had enough of Wynn’s delusions, his cruelty. The torture that he’d dealt on Michael. What he had done to her. She still carried the result of his actions. His child. And she hated him.
Seeing a Cult fall would be incredibly, deeply satisfying.
And getting her uncle back. She had seen glimpses, bits and pieces of him in the attic. She had seen that he was capable of clemency towards her, capable of mercy. That she had acknowledged their parallels without fear.
Jamie could free her uncle. She could stop this.
***
Mary was the one who stood guard outside the office. It was something where Jamie hoped that they wouldn’t fail. She could not afford to have Mary next in line for Wynn to punish. That she could not allow.
Jamie stood in Wynn’s office. She remembered Loomis, how Wynn was thinking of leaving the office to him, and how little he knew about Loomis, truly. Loomis would never willingly agree to such a thing. He would die before it happened. Wynn would have to brand him before it happened.
And Wynn would. For all Wynn had some degree of tenderness when he spoke about Loomis, Jamie knew that he just saw him like the others: pieces on a chessboard, to be discarded at will when an objective was achieved. Even if not that, he’d override everything about Loomis until there was no sign of Loomis anymore.
The idea was disgusting. Disgusting enough for Jamie to vow she would open up the drawer no matter what the cost.
The drawer where the runes were. And Jamie retrieved them. She already felt like victory was near even as she retrieved them.
***
”You know Wynn will kill you if he finds this, right?” Mary said.
”He won’t literally kill me,” Jamie said. “I have to bear his heir. The ‘Dawn of a new age’.” She hated the words; they all but rotted in her mouth. She hated Wynn’s new age and everything associated with it. "Killing me would mean messing up his plan. And he hates that.”
”But he’ll punish you.”
That gave Jamie pause. If not for the baby…
”We better move quickly,” she said.
***
She took a dagger from Wynn’s office. Not only good self-defense, but also an important part of the ritual. They needed a blood offering. Offering of one’s own blood and then the speaking of one word. “Samhain”, pronounced Sow-han.
She and Mary found her cell. Michael himself was coming; Wynn had found his office raided and had sent Michael to investigate.
Just in time.
***
Michael entered the cell. Just as Jamie was arranging the runes in a circle. Jamie slit her palm, wincing even as she smeared the blood. Michael advanced; over their link, Jamie knew he wasn’t just thinking of the baby, but if she would survive it.
She would.
He would not watch her bleed, but she wasn’t bleeding for nothing. It was for a cause.
And Jamie spoke. “Sow-han!”
A flash of bright light, and Jamie held her hands up to her eyes. When the light dissolved, Michael stood before her…and unmasked like he did before, in the attic.
”Uncle?” Jamie spoke, already testing the waters.
And Michael spoke. A calm sound, musical, though it sounded like he hadn’t used it in years.
”We have to go."
Jamie knew, just knew, that the plan had worked. That the curse was broken.